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Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #5] [Monday]
They were in the classroom today and Genesis had, as was his norm, gotten there first. Let it not be said, after all, that Genesis did not keep his promises.
On the desk lay an extravagant bouquet of moth orchids, and enough truly expensive beadwork, jewels, pearls, ribbon, to quite firmly nudge the whole thing over the realm of normal and into the land of ridiculous. An embossed card simply read ‘Reno’ on it.
Genesis was smugly pleased with himself, though he did not look it, gazing out over the class with cool eyes.
Reno was giving the bouquet the most baffled stare that he could manage. Something like that had to cost more than triple what he made in a year, as a teacher or as a Turk. And Turks got paid, and paid well. Served him right for telling Genesis that he demanded flowers for a dance, last class.
“Yo, rookies?” Yeah, Reno was a smidgen distracted today. The hell, flowers. “Today, we’re gonna be makin’ you all put them powers of cooperation that we’ve been makin’ you work on to use.”
Genesis leaned back in his chair and smiled. “You’ve all been paired up,” with one group of three, “and between now and next week, you’re to go in your group to at least one business in town, and sing for whomever is working that day.” He had no such distractions to keep him from teaching, after all.
“Consider this an exercise in working together in a situation that may be considered unpleasant,” he added, “and remember that your teachers, too, will be doing it.”
At least Genesis had a fabulous voice.
And Reno hated him all the more for it.Damn you, Gackt.
“Get to it, Rookies,” he sighed, waving a hand at the group as a whole. “And if anyone wants to give me a hand with this damn thing after class, I’ll give ‘em a flower or somethin’. There ain’t no way I’m gonna be able to carry all these as far as my office, yo.”
Genesis smirked.
[Wait for the OCD is uuuup!]
On the desk lay an extravagant bouquet of moth orchids, and enough truly expensive beadwork, jewels, pearls, ribbon, to quite firmly nudge the whole thing over the realm of normal and into the land of ridiculous. An embossed card simply read ‘Reno’ on it.
Genesis was smugly pleased with himself, though he did not look it, gazing out over the class with cool eyes.
Reno was giving the bouquet the most baffled stare that he could manage. Something like that had to cost more than triple what he made in a year, as a teacher or as a Turk. And Turks got paid, and paid well. Served him right for telling Genesis that he demanded flowers for a dance, last class.
“Yo, rookies?” Yeah, Reno was a smidgen distracted today. The hell, flowers. “Today, we’re gonna be makin’ you all put them powers of cooperation that we’ve been makin’ you work on to use.”
Genesis leaned back in his chair and smiled. “You’ve all been paired up,” with one group of three, “and between now and next week, you’re to go in your group to at least one business in town, and sing for whomever is working that day.” He had no such distractions to keep him from teaching, after all.
“Consider this an exercise in working together in a situation that may be considered unpleasant,” he added, “and remember that your teachers, too, will be doing it.”
At least Genesis had a fabulous voice.
And Reno hated him all the more for it.
“Get to it, Rookies,” he sighed, waving a hand at the group as a whole. “And if anyone wants to give me a hand with this damn thing after class, I’ll give ‘em a flower or somethin’. There ain’t no way I’m gonna be able to carry all these as far as my office, yo.”
Genesis smirked.
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